A/N: Hi guys! Another Phoenix Wright fanfic...this one is about a recurring character in my writing, as you'll pick up on in the chapters to come! The beginning's a little depressing, but stay with me, it gets better! Thanks for reading, as always ^_^

The little girl walked slowly down the sidewalk. She knew her life had changed forever, but she had no idea what was still in store for her future. She kicked at a rock in the road absentmindedly and wondered where she would be living for the next eleven years of her life. She looked up at her house in the distance, where the police tape moved ominously in the slight breeze. She shivered, regretting not bringing her coat to the court procedures, but she knew she could not complain. Her aunt and uncle had trusted her to be able to walk home on her own, and she needed to do everything she could to help them. She squinted against the sun and lifted her head against the increasing wind.

In his car, Bruce frowned. The girl was finally coming up the street, but he had not expected her to be alone. He shook his head and grinned fiercely. Finally, he would be able to have his revenge on the two people who had ruined his life, by removing their precious daughter from existence. He leaned on the gas slightly, preparing his attack delicately, almost precisely. He knew that too much speed would throw the body up over the hood of his car, but too little would throw her under. He wanted everything to be perfect, the perfect revenge for the perfect failure.

The little girl looked up at the car, but ignored it. She had grown used to the strange cars in her street after her parents' deaths, and figured it to be either another reporter or a policeman. She kicked the stone again and dropped her head, the picture of innocence.

Bruce tried to calculate his trajectory again, but in a last ditch effort to convince himself, he threw caution to the wind and floored the pedal. As his car rushed the small child, he felt a final thrill as her eyes widened in shock and fear. He suddenly felt a rush of some emotion he couldn't place, but it was too late. His car collided with the child, throwing her violently through the air to come to a sickening stop in the middle of the road.

The girl lay in the gravel, feeling her lifeblood flowing from numerous injuries. She knew she was going to die, but for some reason, she felt no fear. As her vision faded into black, she heard three voices frantically shouting her name. She tried to reach up to comfort the voices, but her hand felt like lead against the cold ground. With one last sigh, she gave up fighting for her life.

This excerpt was taken from the local newspaper shortly after the accident:

Only a few days after the deaths of the well-known prosecutor and defense attorney team of Mallory and Joseph Sichel, tragedy struck their small town again. Seven year old Amy "Faye" Sichel became the prey of a hit-and-run late in the evening after her parents' killer was found guilty and sentenced to death by hanging. Miss Sichel was walking home from the courthouse when her neighbor noticed a suspicious looking vehicle idling outside the Sichel residence. The neighbor, who wishes to remain anonymous, claims the car suddenly sped up and knocked the victim off of the street without even pausing to help before fleeing the scene. Miss Sichel was pronounced dead at the scene by arriving paramedics, but the body was still air-lifted to a local hospital for further inspection. Miss Sichel's friends and remaining family will mourn her death for months to come.

Doctor Kelly ran into the room. He leaned against the wall to catch his breath before turning to one of the nurses.

"Is it true? Is she showing signs of life?" He gasped, refusing to wait for an answer, instead moving to examine the small figure on the table. After ten years, the child had shown no changes, before today. Now the monitors showed heightened brain activity, and her heart rate had picked up to a more normal pace.

Kelly slowly took his place in an old office chair near her bedside. "Amy? Can you hear me?" He reached forward to brush a strand of hair out of her eyes, and was shocked when a small hand reached up and stopped him. Two clear sapphire eyes blinked in the pale face before looking at the Doctor with curiosity.

"Where am I?" She asked quietly, then louder. "Who are you?"

Doctor Kelly gently pried her fingers from his wrist and smiled gently. "Welcome back, little one. You've had quite the journey, haven't you?" She still looked confused, and the good Doctor couldn't help but laugh. "You're in the Hotti Clinic, and my name is Doctor Kelly. I've been watching your recovery for the past few months."

Amy pushed herself up in the bed, not showing the slightest weakness of a patient of as long as she had been for. "I've been out for a few months? Wow, I must have been pretty badly hurt. Doctor Kelly," she said quietly, looking at him sadly, "who am I? I can't remember who I am… I can't remember anything!"

Doctor Kelly looked at her sadly. "We expected as much. You were in a very bad accident about five months ago, on your seventh birthday. We were all afraid for your life, little one." He turned in the office chair to consult his computer. "We did some background research, but we couldn't find any records of where your parents were. Because we don't know about any living relatives, as soon as you've recovered enough, you're going to be sent to the LA Academy for Orphaned and Abandoned Children, in the city. It's a high class boarding school for children like you. A representative will be coming in a few days to speak with you about the school." He looked back at Amy to see her looking out the window.

"So, I guess I don't have a name or anything?" She asked, not looking back at him.

"Your name is Amy. According to AOAC policy, you won't be told your last name until you are thirteen, or until you are adopted."

She shivered slightly and dropped her head. "It's going to be difficult, won't it?"

He shrugged, "It's all about how you handle it, I suppose."

Amy looked out at the blue sky and smiled slightly. "Then I will have to do my best."

A/N: Hope you liked it so far! Reviews will help to make anything you didn't like better and they always make me happy to see that people are helping me to improve. Thanks so much for reading, love you guys!